Landing beside the small ship with her arms in the air, "Will this do?" she asked Rath who was sitting in the ship's doorway.
Staring at the small trash bin above her head, "Yes," he said getting up.
"Finally," she thought bringing the bin to the ground.
This was her fifth trip finding a container big enough for him. Now she wondered what he needed for. Walking past her, rubbing his hands together, he stopped. Closing his eyes, his fingers were moving.
"He's showing off again," she thought, but she liked it when he showed off. She saw magic being used differently.
Above the trash bin, cybertrackers were being brought together. A huge metal ball formed above the bin. Moving her fingers, the lid opened. Bring his arms down, the metal ball rested inside the bin.
"Thank you," he said moving his hand to close the lid.
"You're welcome."
Moving his fingers, the lid glowed. Putting his arm down the glowing stopped and the edges of the lid was fused together. He walked into the undercutter with Raven following. Inches separated her head from the ceiling. A hunched over Rath walked towards the pilot seat and sat down. As he ripped what looked like a long piece of weather stripping from around the window, his fingers pressed buttons.
Sliding into the co-pilot seat, "Think Cyborg would like to reverse engineer this ship?"
"Undercutter."
"What?"
"This ship is called an undercutter," ripping his teeth into the strip, "Can burrow into the ground," holding an end of the weather stripping to Raven, "What a piece?"
"What is it?"
Biting off a piece, "Protein strip."
Tearing off a piece, "Didn't get to eat," putting the piece into her mouth then spit it right out, "That's the most disgusting thing I've ever tasted."
"What else have you put in your mouth?"
No response.
Chewing while holding in his laughter, stared at the screen.
Her eyes widened to the information on the screen.
"I've been sleeping with a fugitive," she remarked, "So who did you tick off?"
"That's old news," he remarked eating another piece, "Let see the asking price for my head," typing a few buttons.
Seeing the amount, "You're worth that much."
"No, that's the amount on the contract. Cybertrackers are contract bounty hunters. Now who wanted this contract?" typing again and staring at the screen, "Who the hell is Tar-Paul of Nevis?"
No answer from Raven or the computer.
"Well, looks like I'm going to Nevis," finishing the protein strip.
"Why?"
"To know who is this Tar-Paul and how did they find out I was here?"
"You're not going."
"Yes, I am."
"Why should I let you go?"
Typing more buttons, his index finger motioned her towards the screen. She couldn't believe it. There was a file on her and a "do not harm" reminder.
"I'm going with you or you're never going to be able to walk straight again."
Wondering what the hell she meant by that, "Fine," grabbing the control handles, "but first a few modifications."